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BFF's 4 Life
Set in the world of Loving You Is As Easy as ABC 123
Here are my head cannons, on before Quinn and the reader became a couple.
You and Quinn lived together for eight months before he finally found a place for himself. In that time the two of you grew very close.
Quinn was very sad to leave and debated just staying with you, but in the end he decided to go through with the move because his new place was closer to Rogers arena.
He did try to convince you to move in with him, but you didn't because your apartment was closer to the university and work.
Quinn would come into the coffee shop that you worked at every time you were working. And every time, without fail, you would present him with some obscene concoction of sugar and caffine that no one had ever heard of.
"I swear to god, i'm gonna get diabetes because of you." Yet without fail he would drink every last drop.
During covid, you started going on morning runs because otherwise, you would've gone crazy. Especially having all of your uni classes online.
Quinn started joining you after a while because he was also going crazy, and the runs really really helped, especially because he got to do them with you.
You were also the one who taught Quinn how to cook during this time. And you were genuinely infuriated when he became a better cook than you. "I'll never forgive you" you grumble, while Quinn cackles as he pulls burnt aspargus out of the oven. "Student becomes the master" he shrugs, and you throw a handful of asparagus at him.
When Quinn got covid, you showed up at his apartment covered head to toe, complete with gloves, a mask, and eyewear, holding a container of chicken noodle soup.
Quinn laughed, immediately took a photo and then proceeded to launch into a coughing fit so bad he turned the colour of a tomato.
At which point you took a photo of him. The two of you keep the photos as blackmail, and if either of you were to ever use them, all hell would break loose.
You own so so so much canuck gear, it's unhinged (courtesy of Quinn of course.) You joked about starting to sell some stuff on eBay, and Quinn looked so genuinely distraught that you never made that joke again.
When you officially started teaching, all the canuck gear came in handy. Especially when you were being lazy and didn't have time to pick an outfit.
At first everyone thought you were just a Canuck super-fan, until one day Quinn had to drop you off at work because your car was in the shop.
Then of course everyone though the two of you were dating. Which got really annoying.
The first time you officially brought Quinn to class was because he had a full day off and didn't know what to do with himself. He begged you to take the day off to spend it with him, but "Some of us have real jobs Quinn."
"Hey! My job is real"
"Well, unfortunately for you I can't just not show up. You had to have given me at least a two day notice so I could've found a substitute."
"Y/nnnnn," he whined, flopping off your bed dramatically while you finished getting dressed. "What am I supposed to do all day?"
" If you're really so concerned about being bored to death, get dressed and come help me be a glorified babysitter for the day" you snorted
Quinn's head snapped up excitedly "wait seriously?"
You were joking, but it happened anyway.
The kids were so well-behaved that you debated bringing Quinn to work with you every day.
Whenever you were on a break, Quinn pestered you to be hanging out with him the whole time. Which usually ended up with recipe expiramenting, Quinn helping you mark papers and lesson plan, or Quinn dragging you along to practice/games/events etc.
One time, he even pestered you to come on a week long roadie with him during winter break. To which you declined - because that was definitely stepping over a 'best friend' relationship line, and you were under the firm impression that Quinn would never love you the way you loved him.
The guys always teased him mercilessly about being in love with you.
"For fucks sake, Huggy. Are you blind? Do you see the way she looks at you?"
After Quinn became captain, whenever his teammates threatened to tell you that he was in love with you he threatened to make them do bag skates for an entire practice.
They shut up really quick after that.
The team loves you, and they always say that whenever they have kids they are sending them to the school you teach at.
Whenever Quinn watched you interact with Kids he gets a little starry eyed and drooly.
Quinn is a very common topic of conversation in your classroom. You often use him as your muse whenever you're doing projects.
He loves it, and he keeps every single piece you've done on him. From art projects, to Health projects.
You even managed to use him in a math project once. (You used little cutouts of his head as addition blocks, he laughed so hard he was crying.)
If Quinn has a game on a week day, you try to wear some form of his merchandise, and he always asks for a fit picture.
Quinn never ever ever let you pay for anything. "You don't even make 1/10th of my salary"
"Way to make a girl feel good about her job,"
"Wait, I didn't mean it like that im sor- no wait. I'm not insulting your job, I'm insulting the people that pay you. You are literally raising our future generations, and the government pays you like trash. If anything, our salaries should be reversed. I basically work in the entertainment industry."
"Ok, well I can still afford to pay for my own shit" you grumble.
Quinn rolls his eyes. "Don't be so stubborn. Put your plastic bank card away. it's insulting in my presence"
"Sorry we don't all have metal fucking credit cards that make noise when we drop them" you spit back.
It continues to be a fight every. single. time.
Whenever you do somehow manage to pay, Quinn is fuming and throughly debates not talking to you for a week.
He never lasts more than a couple hours.
Whenever Quinn left for the summer, you got really lonely. Especially because as a teacher, you had the whole summer off.
He always invited you to come to Michigan with him, but there was always a nagging in your head about "crossing the best friend line"
One summer, you decided to teach summer school for high-schoolers to keep yourself busy. And it was fucking hell. Hormonal sweaty teenagers trying to learn a subject in three weeks rather than four months was so so bad.
Quinn gladly listened to you complain every day, "shoulda come to michigan with me." He would shrug
"Mom and dad have been asking about you," he would throw in quietly.
Which leads us into your relationship with Quinn's family.
Over the six years that the two of you have been friends you've met his parents and both his brothers.
Luke was fourteen, and Jack was sixteen when you met them for the first time.
They both fell IN LOVE with you.
They would call you to ask for homework help, often saying something like, "You're a teacher, what do i do?"
"I'm not a teacher yet, guys. I still have to finish my degree, you know." You would laugh awkwardly and help them anyways.
You blamed both Jack and Luke for the dreadful summer you taught high-schoolers. Simply because you had enjoyed teaching Jack and Luke so much, you thought it would be the same.
They had much the same response as their shithead older brother "you should've come to michigan"
As they grew and saw how you and Quinn looked at each other, they would tease him mercilessly as good brothers do.
"Dude, if you don't confess, I'll marry her." sixteen year old Luke would smirk
That had Quinn seething, and it was quite funny. "You fucking imbecile."
"Mom! Quinn called me a bad word!"
Jack was often cackling in the background or telling Quinn to stop being the world's biggest dumbass.
The day you saw Luke in person and he had grown taller than you, you collapsed dramatically into his arms and pinched his cheeks aggressively. Crying about your favourite little kiddo being all grown up.
Ever the awkward teenager Luke just blushed and grumbled about not being a baby.
Whenever Jack and Luke visit Vancouver, they always ask to visit your classroom.
The first time all three NHL superstar hughes brothers were in your classroom it was fucking chaos throughout the entire school. You got yelled at by the principal, and they had to leave while the cops chased away reporters.
The four of you will never forget the dressing down you got in the principals office that day. It felt like you were a group of playground bullies getting scolded for pushing kids off the slide.
"This is getting brought up at ALL of our weddings." Jack grins as the boys hug you goodbye and head over to Quinn's place.
"Yeah, all three weddings," Luke says with a mischievous grin.
Both you and Quinn blush and choose to ignore Luke's statement.
Until he's winking at you over dramatically and making duck lips at you. The Quinn is dragging him towards the car by his ear and promising to pick you up when school is out.
The way luke can swing between awkward twenty-year old and Youngest child menace is so funny to you.
Now onto Ellen and Jim
They also absolutely love you.
They have loved you since you were freshly nineteen and offering up your apartment for Quinn, when all you knew about him was that he was an anxious teenager.
Jim gives the best advice. He's especially knowledgeable when it comes to kids, "its not very different than dealing with grown men who strap blades to their feet and call it a job." He says teasingly, while all his kids protest.
Ellen is the sweetest angel of a human you have ever met. She takes no nonsense from her kids, and always makes sure Quinn is good to you.
She has a knowing twinkle in her eye when she sees you and Quinn together and it makes your chest ache a little.
Her hugs are always long, and her words sweet, and she always reminds you that you have a family with the Hughes no matter what.
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Hey guys! Guess who's back and better than ever 😎 we're getting a fic between tomorrow and Saturday, so stay tuned. Anyways, I hope yall like this! If there's anything from here you'd like to see turned into a blurb/fic let me know! I've been super inspired for this universe as of late. Also I am going through the requests in my inbox. So if you requested something it's hopefully coming soon! I've been super busy with school, but it's calming down for a couple weeks and then finals will be in full swing! I love you all and I hope you enjoy this! As always comment comment comment! And I hope you guys are doing amazing.
Love Soph 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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Photo Booth Kissin' {P.P.}
summary: Peter's an awkward loverboy, but he's your awkard loverboy.
warnings: none i think just fluff :3, TASM!Peter Parker x reader hehe, no use of y/n, reader is kinda like super girly w the bows and sparkles idk
a/n: I HAVENT WRITTEN IN MONTHS SORRY here tho!
Peter’s life was boring—peaceful, but boring. Don’t get him wrong; being Spiderman is cool and all, but Peter Parker’s life could use some work. The most exciting thing that has happened to him recently was the time he got two yolks in one egg. Riveting stuff, right?
During another one of his literature classes that he doesn’t know why he took, he spots you. With a bow in your hair and a knit sweater falling over your figure, your head propped on your manicured hand while scribbling notes with the other. You sit in front of him and if Peter squints, he can see the small doodles littering the pages. Before he knows it, the professor announces that the lecture is done for the day. Peter panics; he wants to talk to you before you disappear and turn out to be a dream, but what would he even say? Doesn’t matter anymore since he chases after you to the door.
“Hey,” he says, looking a tad flushed after tripping over someone's water bottle.
“Oh, hi” you respond, your eyes a little widened at the sudden interaction.
“I, uh, I’m Peter” he say, sticks out his hand for you to shake. You take it and tell him your name. He repeats it in his head about a hundred times.
“I just, uhm, wanted to ask about…” he trails off, trying to remember if there were any assignments given. “The essay he said we had to do, yeah. When is it due again?” he hopes to any higher being that there was an essay due soon.
“Ah, yeah, it’s due next Monday” you reply, giving him a tight-lipped smile, ready to go back to your dorm.
“Cool, uhm, thanks! See you around, hopefully” with that, he bolts, leaving you confused and flushed. Hopefully
The cute boy in your class wants to see you around.
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Two days later, Peter sees you again. It’s in the same class, and you’re as pretty as ever. He psyches himself up to sit next to you.
You look up from your laptop when he asks you if he can sit next to you. You nod, of course, and smile. He looks nervous, with fingers tapping on the table and cheeks a little red. It’s cute.
“Have you started on that essay?” you ask, trying to start conversation since it looks like he won’t.
“Huh? What essay? We have an essay?” he turns to face you, eyes wide.
“Yeah, the one you asked me about?” you laugh a little.
“Oh, no, I didn’t” his shoulders slump back down, and you smile at him.
“I didn’t either; I had other work to finish” he stares at you a little; it’s flattering, really. How shy he is around you. He barely knows you, but he’s convinced himself that you’re the greatest thing ever. He also may have looked up your instagram and fallen even harder as he looked at all your posts. Peter now knows what you ate at Thanksgiving 3 years ago.
“Same, I’m in STEM so you could imagine” he says, resting his head onto the table. Sleep deprivation a thing he is well acquainted with, unfortunately.
“STEM, wow, you must be smart then. Why’re you taking a classic lit class then?” Sure, you might’ve slipped in a compliment; it's not a crime to flirt a little. It takes Peter a few seconds to respond as he processes what you said, you think he’s smart.
“Uh, I was going through a phase with classic lit at the time, and I’ve been lazy to drop it. And, uh, I’m not that smart—pretty average actually. Like the most moderate person ever” He’s rambling and kind of lying. He’s doing really well in his other classes.
“Yeah? I think you’re pretty smart if you’re in STEM. Not everyday a guy is both pretty and smart.” His cheeks turn even redder, if possible, and he makes a sort of out of breath sound. “If you need any help with this class, I’d be happy to give you my notes on the book”
Jesus, you’re gonna kill the poor boy.
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From then on, you sit beside him and throw in some flirty comments while he struggles to reciprocate. It feels too good to be true, how you seem interested in him and how you eagerly talk to him after lectures, even giving hm your number to talk about “class”. He’s waiting for the day you ghost him.
“Hey, would you maybe want to, like, hang out? Like on a date or something? Or just as friends! Actually, yeah, just hang out as friends; forget I said date sorry,“ he flounders, waiting for the rejection. Oh God, he’s just messed up the whole friendship and you’re gonna think that he’s weird and a creep and-
“I’d love to go on a date, Peter,” you smile “I was waiting for you to ask.”
“Oh, great, is Saturday at 3 okay? I’ll meet you outside your building and we could walk to that arcade?” He asks, eyes hopeful.
“Saturday at 3 is great. I love arcades, but you have to help me with the claw machines” For someone so smart and handsome, he doesn’t let himself think people like him.
“See you Saturday, Peter” you tiptoe to kiss his cheek, leaving sticky residue from your sparkly gloss and walk to your next class. He stands in place, a little starstruck and a lot flustered. He leaves the lipgloss there.
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Saturday finally comes, and now it’s your turn to be nervous. You’ve switched outfits countless times, your hair is out of place, and your makeup doesn’t seem to flatter you. You’ve settled on a pretty blue dress with tights to protect you from the small chill. Two little bows clipped into your hair and knit cardigan falling over your shoulders—makeup finally looking presentable enough with maybe a little too much glitter on your eyes, but whatever. Your phone chimes as you’re applying pink sparkly gloss, and your heart skips a beat. He’s here.
You throw your phone and lip gloss in your purse and bolt out the door. You spot him outside your building, as promised. He looks wonderful. Brown sweater and worn-in denim jeans—you can’t believe he’s so shy around you when he looks like that. He finally spots you, and wow, he thinks.
“Hey," he scolds himself for being so casual when he should be whisking you away to Italy, or something. He could’ve at least gotten you flowers.
“Hi, you look great,” you say in front of him, and seeing you up close is making him fall even harder, if possible.
“You look, wow, you’re just, wow” he can’t even believe you’re into him.
“Cmon, I wanna win some plushies,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. He grips your hand harder and laces your fingers.
The walk is calm and the air is starting to get cool. You talk about class and a show you started. Peter listens intently, making mental notes about what you like and don’t like. Your hands stay intwined, and his thumb traces patterns on the back of your hand. He’s gotten more comfortable and less panicky in your presence, so you get to see his personality shine through. He’s incredibly funny. You can’t stop laughing on your way there, and he can’t stop thinking of more things to make you laugh.
The arcade is dark, with flashing lights from every game. Peter goes to buy some tokens, refusing your offer to pay half. Grabbing Peter’s hand and making a beeline for the claw machines, everyone knows they’re rigged, but you don’t care. You eagerly take the tokens and attempt to win the Kuromi plushie. After the 5th? 6th attempt? When the claw has dropped the plushie, you give up.
“Why do they do this to people! It’s false hope!” you whine to Peter as he laughs at your pout.
“Lemme try,” he nudges you over and puts in a token.
You watch with eyebrows furrowed as he wins it on his first attempt.
“What the hell, Peter?” you crouch to pull the plushie from the machine.
“What? Do you not like it?” He faces you, examining the stuffed, is she a rabbit? What animal even is Kuromi?
“I love her; just, how did you win it?” You look up at him incredulously. He must have some weird power that makes him win every claw machine.
“Oh, I don’t know; just position it right?” He laughs, his eyes crinkling in the process. You want to smooth them out with your fingers.
“Thank you!” you’re genuinely really excited over a cheap stuffed toy, not because you really wanted it, but because Peter won it for you. You wrap your arms around his neck in thanks. Peter freezes. He fees like a teenager at how he’s reacting to a hug of all things. He snaps back and hugs you back. You pull away to kiss his cheek. This is the second time you’ve kissed his cheek, and he doesn’t know how he’ll ever get used to it.
“Lets go play games, pretty boy,” pulling away and leaving Peter to gather his brain and follow along.
You watch as he plays Pac-Man; its silly, but you love his face when he’s focused. Brows furrowed and lips in a thin line. He really is the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. And he’s infatuated with you! Of all people! You swear half the girls in the class have a crush on him, but he gets nervous around you. You play some air-hockey, which you won (he let you win), and he won you some more plushies and some candy at the infamous claw machines.
When the games get old, the two of you leave the building. The sun is setting at this point, and you’re dreading leaving him.
“Oh, look! There’s a photo booth!” you point, excitedly tugging on his arm. “We should take some pictures.” you drag him into the booth, both of your thighs squished together and his legs at an awkward angle. He feeds the machine a few bucks, and the screen starts to count down.
You put on a sickly sweet smile, scrunching your eyes while Peter smiles big with pearly white teeth on display. The second photo you lean into Peter and he wraps his arm around you, pulling your body close to his. The third photo, you go for it. You grab his face and kiss him. His hands stay in the air as the glitter on your lips transfers to his. You taste like vanilla. You pull away, a little anxious that he didn’t want it. Those thoughts get pushed away when he grabs the sides of your face and kisses you until you can’t think. His hands are warm and big covering your cheeks as his lips move against yours. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck once more and deepen the kiss. Your lips move together in tandem as he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs, the movement comforting.
The fourth photo is blurry, and you walk out with all your lipgloss on Peter’s lips.
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science homework
pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader
author note: ok im really nervous about posting this it's my first fic and i kinda cringed writing it but if you like it thank god if anyone's reading this plss request something and i plan on writing a list for who i will write for.
summary: studying over at your best-friends house leads to an embarrassing dream.
warning : smut prolly some spelling mistakes sorry if there are.
this would be a fun Saturday night but instead you were dragged into catching up on science homework with none other than your best friend since birth, stiles. with all the super natural stuff going on you hadnt had the time for your favorite classes work and frankly it got boring after 7th grade. ''Y/n? are you even listening?'' ''yea yea blah this blah that . can we go out now !'' '' no you have to do this work your failing and i cant have that it looks bad on me that my best friend has a d.'' stiles inquired. he was right you knew that much but it was still boring. defeated you smile at him sarcastically grabbing your text book and falling back on his bed.
not even 20 minutes your knocked out basically snuggling your textbook , in your slumber you notice your completely aware of what your dreaming of course its the familiar brunette boy who was studying seconds ago now in your dream covering you in love marks. it was no secret that you liked stiles alot like alot alot well other than to stiles. unknowingly you had let out a little sound which turned into more sounds which caught stiles attention/
looking up at you to see if your ok stiles notices you sleeping and... whimpering!? he was a hot mess at your sounds alone stressed out even not knowing what to do he started touching himself as your moans escalated causing his very own to arise
and his moans didn't help your dazed sate they fueled on your dream more and more until stiles took matters into his own hands literally he started to touch himself as he was jerking off moaning horribly loud you sent him over the edge moaning his name and whining he couldn't take it any more he came all over him self he cleaned himself up and pretended nothing happened as his dad would be home soon
after admiring your beautiful state for what felt like forever he woke you up with the excuse you needed to head home cause yall had school tomorrow.
AN: hii! im sorry this sucked but if you want a part two tell me or have any requests hit me up i will write for alot of other fictional characters so just ask i hope you kinda liked this ask me for anything i dont judge. lots of love<3
#stiles stilinski#stiles smut#stiles x y/n#stiles x fem!reader#smut#stiles stilinski smut#stiles x reader
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hii. can i request a very dark non-con/dub-con modern aemond fic?
they are college classmates and they got a project together. they are not friends and they haven't talk to eachother, but due to the project, they have to met in the library of the university. while they are doing their project (probably philosophy or history) she explains her point of view in like politics or something like that and he disagrees, so they argue a bit about it and he, for some reason, gets hard listening to her. he asks her to stand up and when she does, he kisses her very roughly. she is confused and when she asks him what is going on he ignores her, he rips her tights (she is wearing a skirt) and begins to fuck her without even preparing her, she clearly doesn't understand what is happening but at some point she starts to feel pleasure, yet she is worried because he is fucking her in the table of a public library. at the end, she tells him to don't come inside of her because she isn't on birth control but he does it anyway.
oh also if you could add some size kink? like she is so small and easy for him to manhandle her and it is really hard for her to take his dick lol. just very dark kinky smut. thank you and sorry if i am asking for too much! <3
This Will Hurt
A/N: I’ll need to repent after this. Hahaha. Anyway I loved writing this and I think I followed the idea very well. But this is very dark so please all keep this in mind. Definitely my darkest fic so far. Also sorry for any differences in vocabulary obviously I’m from the UK so university and college are the same thing.
Requests are still open.
Warnings: Super dark fic. Non con. Dub con. 18+. Full on smut.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Word count: 1.7k
Anxiety crept into your bones as you scampered off the bus, trying to get to university library as fast as you possibly could. You had completely forgotten about your study session with Aemond, only realising halfway through a few drinks at the pub with your housemates. You were a complete mess after rushing between your flat and back to campus to be able to make it. Not only were you fifteen minutes late for the study session but you barely knew your project partner and this was definitely not the greatest first impression.
When you finally got to the library, you had to quickly run to the bathroom to sort yourself out, before making your way up the library elevator.
It wasn't till you made your way to the very back of the library that you found Aemond. He was situated in a book, carefully reading with his laptop beside him. He didn't bother to glance up when you placed your bag beside him, perching down in the seat and taking out your stuff.
"You're late," Aemond hissed, his eye glaring at you from the side.
Of course the most studious person on your course was going to be so aggravated about you being fifteen minutes late. Gods, why did your lecturer have to pair you up with him?
"Sorry," you muttered, pulling out your laptop and setting up the rest of your stuff.
Within half an hour you were both deep in thought as you begun different parts of your research project. Aemond barely bothered to speak to you and when ever you made a comment he would only make a hum in reply. You found Aemond tediously boring, hoping there would have been more to the quiet mysterious boy in class.
Aemond felt similarly towards you. While he had thought you were fairly attractive, especially in that skin tight skirt that hugged your figure, you were nothing more than that. All beauty and no brains.
His head lifted as he looked over your shoulder and onto your notes. Something peeked his interest as he scoffed turning back to his own notes.
"Something amusing?" You asked, turning to look at him now.
"Your notes they are very… biased," Aemond stated, leaning back in his chair.
"They aren't if they are backed up with sources," you stated, pointing at the clear quotes on your notes.
"I'm sure you could find some sources that would also contradict those statements," he told you, frowning slightly as his tone became abrasive.
"I'm sure you have something you really want to enlighten me with," you mocked, giving him a wicked smirk as you swivelled towards him. "Go on then, enlighten me."
"Well the Cold War isn't just due to American and Soviet aggression," he laughed in exasperation, chest tightening as he glared down at you. "It's due to so many other factors like the Second World War. You can't just rule these facts out. Also, you can't argue it's the mainly due to American's hatred towards communism just because you yourself hate capitalism."
"I never said I hated capitalism," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Well, do you hate capitalism?" Aemond questioned, lips curled into a tight smile.
"I despise it actually," you confirmed, scowling back at him.
"See you base your argument on opinion," Aemond argued, voice growing louder. Luckily enough hardly any one was around definitely not bothering to be in the library this late in the evening. "This is where you will lose marks-"
"I do not base my sole argument on one point," you interrupted, practically shouting at him. "If you had taken a look at all of my notes you would see that it was the basis of my argument. In fact it makes very much sense that the American aggression towards communism and its constant need to colonise the rest of the world was what started the very conflict between the USSR and USA..."
Aemond was entranced as you continued to argue your point, completely thrown off by how you stood up for yourself. Maybe he was wrong about you, there were some intelligence inside that brain of yours. The way you argued your point face growing red and flustered, body tensing as you continued to point back to your notes was turning him on. His trousers felt suddenly tight and constricting as he watched you babble on.
"Aemond?" You raised a brow unsure if he was even listening to you anymore as he stood speechless before you.
He hummed as if he had been listening the whole time.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed loudly about to turn back to your notes.
"Stand up," he barked, standing up himself.
"What?" You stated up at him completely baffled.
"Stand up."
The way he held your stare so intense as his jaw clenched tightly. You found yourself standing obediently.
Your mouth opened slightly to snap back at him but Aemond forcefully shoved his lips onto yours. He yanked your resisting body towards his and practically threw your small frame onto the table. Your hands pushed and punched at him but he was stronger than you as he kept your hold on him.
You twisted your neck away, catching a breath of air as your face turned to the side. "What are you doing?" You protested, clawing at him.
His violet eye was dark and dilated as he looked down at you, bunching your skirt up to your waist. You crawled away from him, throwing the books off the table as you tried to get further away. Aemond dragged you back down by your legs, holding your body down with his weight as his hand made his way between your legs.
"Stop please," you pleaded, fear corsing through your body as tears welled in your eyes. "Aemond, seriously."
Your voice grew louder and with that Aemond was pressing his lips on to yours again. His hand slipped under your top, quickly groping at your tits. He groaned into your mouth tasting you and your tears as you weakly protested.
His hands reached between your thighs ripping at the tights that covered your panties. His fingers breeched your thong and Aemond was glad for such thin material shredding it away to leave him easy access.
"Please, Aemond. Stop," you sobbed, body shaking from terror at what was going on. Your mind clearly fogged as you stopped fighting against him, paralysed to the core at what was about to happen.
Aemond ignored your crying as he pressed sweet kisses along your jaw. His massive body pressed further on to you, leaving your frame crammed between him and the table.
"Shhh now," Aemond hummed into your ear, his mouth greedily sucking on your neck. "This will hurt a bit."
You hadn't realised he had unbuttoned his trousers as you felt his tip nudge at your entrance. You gasped in realisation, twisting away.
"No, no," you repeated, whimpering pathetically.
His hand covered your mouth as he slid his cock down your slit, positioning himself against your entrance. He was surprised at your slight arousal but he knew with his size it would hurt regardless.
"Be quiet," he whispered, looking from side to side at the area around you. “You don’t want someone to catch us now.”
Aemond thrusted himself into you, groaning into your ear as he felt how tight you were around his cock. The size of him felt so painful as he slid in and out of you, making you scream into his hands. But Aemond didn’t let up as he continued at his agonisingly slow pace, savouring the moment.
You feel yourself tensing as he teased your clit, circling it with his thumb. Finally you started to feel pleasure as he hit into your harder your sobs turned into whimpers under his hand. Your wetness started to coat him, making it easy for him to thrust in and out of you. Your pussy clenched around him drawing himself closer to the edge.
“Fuck your so tight around me,” he hissed, pushing his lips onto yours as he removed his hand. His hand now gripped onto your hips and hit into you deeper and harder than before, his thumb not giving up as it rubbed faster against your clit.
A moan escaped your lips, his name falling from your tongue and into his mouth as he kissed you feverishly. As the bundle of nerves built in your stomach, your mind become clouded, not able to even think about fighting against him.
Aemond realised this finally hovering over you to give you space. From his position he was able to carefully watch as the quiet moans and whines fell from your mouth. Your face contoured in pleasure at how full you felt from the size of him, enjoying the pleasure of the pace he had set.
You felt it washing over you suddenly as your pussy clenched around him, your thighs even squeezing around his hips to keep him close. His mouth covered yours once again smothering the loud cry that wrecked your body as you came undone underneath him.
You stared up at him as you came back up from your orgasm, realisation hitting you once again. His pace became sloppy and his tempo changed as he nestled his face into your neck. You panicked trying to push him off of you and Aemond grabbed your wrists to pin you down once again.
“I’m not on any birth control,” You squealed, using your hands to pull yourself away. It really was no problem use as Aemond kept you securely pinned down. “Aemond, you can’t don’t do this.”
Aemond didn’t listen as he coated your walls, masking his own moans into the skin of your neck. He made sure to pump every single bit into you until he knew he was done, holding himself there for a moment. When he pulled out, he watched completely entranced with the cum leaking out of your hole.
Softly he kissed all over your face trying to calm you as he held your trembling body. He fixed your skirt pulling it down, helping you get up from your position.
“I think I should help you get home,” Aemond told you, grabbing all of your stuff together. He held onto it not allowing you to escape. “It would be for the best.”
You nodded obediently, following him out of the library with shaky legs. When you finally looked up from the floor, you noticed Aemond with a proud grin on his face clear as day. The man that had just violated your very being but had made you cum harder than any man had ever before.
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WHAT RULE WAS MADE BECAUSE OF MC IN ( RAD )
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Brothers x Gn MC
Genre: fluff and crack.
(Inspired by " What rule was created because of you? " Reddit post. )
TW// none :)
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LUCIFER
No more magic duels or "lightsaber battles'' are allowed on campus.
So…basically you were getting really good with magic because of your studies. And since you and Solomon were the only humans.. and having seen Star Wars. You would duel each other for fun with or without the lightsabers. Lucifer caught wind of it and immediately shut it down after almost having a heart attack after seeing you get thrown back into a wall and crash into a bunch of trash cans. Solomon apologized, but the damage was already done and immediately banned the practice of it.
Lucifer also banned it in the house of lamentation.
You and Solomon had cleaning duty for a whole month after that. And had to endure a 4 hour lecture by Lucifer over safety and regulations.
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MAMMON
No more organization or gambling with the human realm card game "Uno" In school grounds.
Uno is a pretty popular game back in the human realm and it's often played at family nights and or with friends at lunch at school. This game can get really competitive at times and since you get bored. You decided to buy the game the last time you did errands in the human realm for old time sake.
Mammon immediately found out and next thing you know. You were playing with a bunch of other demons and setting up bets on who wins during lunch and class times.
Lucifer immediately shut that down and banned it.
And made you write a 10 page easy why you shouldn't do that and apologize to Diavolo.
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LEVIATHAN
No more trading or selling of collectable cards. ESPECIALLY OF THE SEVEN LORDS.
There were these really popular trading card games within Devildom of The Seven Lords. And there was this super rare card of The Lord of Shadows. This was just released and you would go to class early and trade with other students etc. Eventually you got the card you wanted after so long and gave it to Leviathan. Much to the shock and embarrassment he felt , hiding his bright red face.
However you didn't realize because of you, the trading of cards and paying for them became so frequent. Almost like behind alley way deals, they had to immediately shut it down.
You never got caught for it though.
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SATAN
The project "how human realm drugs are made and their effects" is no longer to be taught or assigned.
Well the assignment is still taught just the process making part was cut out. Turns out MC was really into the project and misunderstood the part on process making. And told a bunch of demons in detail how to make a certain human drug.
Satan still laughs about to this day , especially seeing how embarrassed MC was trying to explain to Lucifer what happened. They didn't get in trouble but it was really funny to see what happened.
Also MC was given the nickname "Prometheus" by the class much to Lucifer's dismay.
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ASMO
Students must bring only clear water bottles on campus. No 'hydro flask' water bottles are permitted.
You got the water bottle banned for two reasons 1. You kept accidentally dropping it . And when you dropped it it was extremely loud, plus you got one for Asmodeus.
2. You would sometimes put strong stuff in it since they couldn't see the liquids.
It ranges from alcohol, margaritas , and energy drinks. Just overall strong stuff you shouldn't drink in class.
Yeah you got immediately caught when they smell your water bottle.
It was fun while it lasted though…
Also apparently Asmodeus accidentally hit someone with the water bottle…so that's also why it got banned. He was very upset over it because it was a cute bottle too.
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BEEL
Pinatas are not allowed on campus…as well as metal bats.
You brought a pinatas to class for a culture assignment or something? You can't remember but you filled it with a bunch of human and demon candy.
You even brought a bat so the other demons could experience it. Yeah...you didn't plan on accidentally getting hit by the bat. You took one good hit on the head and you were immediately knocked out.
They immediately banned it, but let the class keep the candy. In the nurse's office, you woke up to a worried beel giving you sad puppy eyes and a very pissed off Lucifer.
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BELPHIE
Students are not allowed to jump out windows.
Or use the janitor closets to take naps in to avoid detention.
It was common for you to jump out windows and land fine. Mainly to annoy people or just leave the room quickly. Yeah…turns out someone tried to copy you and got injured so it was immediately banned.
Also due to your frequent absences because of Belphie sleeping in etc. You would get detentions , or cause you did something really stupid. So to avoid going to detention you and Belphie would hide in janitors closets and cuddle there until it was time to leave.
Yeah, Levi snitched you out to Lucifer and he immediately took action.
Now you have chore duty for months!
God damn it.
#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#obey me brothers react to#obey me scenarios#obey me x reader#obey me x mc#obey me brothers#asmodeus obey me
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This makes me wonder... What do you think of MCU Peter? Like the fact he basically gets all his stuff from Stark. Tbh I'm not a big comic reader but isn't the point that he's like,, poor and invents his own stuff...? I could be so wrong here but oh well, I'll ask
i think that yeah - it absolutely misses the point of peter parker being a working-class hero who's struggle is. the whole point.
i think a huge part of the problem with superhero media in general lately is that it's not really about heroism or hope anymore (something that previous spider-man movies deal with in spades) - superhero media nowadays is often kind of just wish fulfilment. you know. imagine if YOU were this powerful and rich! imagine if you, a dumb kid, got a BILLIONAIRE SUGAR DADDY who makes you a COOL SUIT and COOL TOYS!! it's the same case in the comics too, it's not about the cost of power or the questions it brings about your responsibility to the world - or even it being allegorical for anything (everything to me is allegory. but i can't even do that with the mcu because actually, everything in the mcu is kind of literal? there's nothing there to sink my teeth into. nothing i can interpret in any sort of different way other than, like, military propaganda and wish-fulfilment. i don't think they're even concerned with telling any sort of human story with most of these characters.)
the thing is with peter parker is that the whole point is that it's not wish-fulfilment. sure, it's freaking awesome to have super-strength and swing around the city and everyone wants that. but it always, always, always comes at a cost to him. and it doesn't solve any of his problems. everything is still difficult. money. romance. he's knocked off his feet by the common cold. he's just a guy. bad things happen to him and there's never an easy out. he doesn't just have fortified penthouses at his disposal, and high-tech suits, and wizards he can call to break the multiverse for him.
i think the frustrating thing with peter parker in the mcu is that they'll pay lip-service to it but not have it be part of peter's character at all. peter says jokingly "haha i'm broke" like we ever even SEE the impact of that on him like at all. the vulture says to peter "you're like me, we're just working class guys", as if peter showed any frustration or struggle at any point in that movie to justify that comparison. he doesn't have to work a job to pay his tuition at this elite science school. there's never a question of whether he can afford this trip to europe. his identity is blown and immediately he gets set up at a fancy maximum-security apartment with all the technology he needs at his disposal. there is never a second of struggle for him. there is not one moment where he doesn't have everything he needs, any time he needs it. his court cases are settled immediately over like, a three minute conversation with matt murdock. nothing touches him. he literally skates by with sheer dumb luck and having powerful contacts. what kind of stupid, boring-ass spider-man story is that.
raimi trilogy and tasm movies you were real. you get it. being spider-man does not make life easier. you just get to punch guys to feel better about it.
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introducing𓏧
the losers club !!
summary: just you dicking around with txt college!au besties
warnings: doja cat fandom slander, mentions of soobin's feet, mentions of bullying, cursing
contrary to your group’s self-appointed nickname, you guys are actually well known (and liked!) on campus!! :D
you guys have NO IDEA as to how so many people on campus grew to like you and want to hang out with you
especially since you guys had a hard time in school before
but woohoo to not peaking in high school right?!
tbh, you guys are testaments to that second round of puberty nobody talks about
ya know, the glow up that happens after you graduate high school and get away from all the pricks you were forced to see everyday?
yup, you and your losers are finally thriving
besides when you’re dying bc of all your classes and tests
but yeah
while other ppl really like your group’s personalities
YOU GUYS ARE SUPER HOT TOO🤭
i mean, just look at y’all!
[choi yeonjun]-
‘99 liner//junior
took a gap year before getting dragged back to go to school so he could learn to be a normal human being
did someone say IT BOY??
literally the girls and the gays are in love with this man
dance major and student athlete who unironically does zumba every saturday morning
had no social life in high school because kid was NEVER there
he was a bored only child, while his neglectful parents were filthy rich and figured their kid could do whatever he wanted to entertain himself
so what he wanted, they got it—including vacations
with him being gone so much, his classmates always wondered who this choi yeonjun guy was and how he could miss so much school while still passing
though the intrigue kind of stopped when he pulled up to school with the ugliest shoes to walk south korea
him and his obnoxious shoes gave a lot of people the ick :(
but never fear, yeonjun and his footwear are just ahead of their time!
(you can't say they are in quite yet, but they probably will come around some day!!)
yeonjun typically spent his days doing sports, travelling, and running away from talent scouts lmao
no idol life for him in THIS lifetime
but as life would have it, the man is too scrumptious to be out of the spotlight for too long
bc he became a model not too long after college started due to a school project photoshoot went viral on twitter!!
his twitter is a minefield while he reserves his insta for the wholesome content :)
[choi soobin]-
‘00 liner//junior
glue of the group despite insisting how much he HATES y’all
broadcast and entertainment major so he can get into the entertainment industry and get the bts of moviemaking!!
(really just wants to meet all of his favorite voice actors tbh)
known for being the Ultimate Boyfriend™ despite never actually being in a relationship lololol
in middle school he got into anime, which was COMPLETELY normal! he actually made a ton of friends that way!!
at least until one of his friends came over and saw his body pillow collection
yikes :/
unfortunately didn’t take long at all for the whole school to find out, and then they never let it go
all the way up until he graduated high school :(((
it’s okay tho!
he had tons of online friends from going to conventions and stuff!!
but making irl friends was definitely hard for him when he got to college
[choi beomgyu]-
01’ liner//sophomore
absolute MENACE to your little society
he’s the guy who gets whoever is in his company to unironically admit “last night was a movie”
music major studying composition while playing guitar in a band
the girlies are FAWNING
ppl are so in love with him because he’s so pretty
but then the kid opens his mouth :/
he was the most extroverted kid
which worked perfectly bc with his good looks and personality, everyone wanted to be his friend!! :D
but with high school, friends, and all his 100 extracurriculars
kid burned out by senior year :(
his last year of school, he totally ghosted his friends and stayed inside all day playing video games
(he actually got diamond 1 on LoL, boy is nothing if not determined)
eventually rumors went around that he got dropped and turned into a social outcast
but he didn’t really care since he was fine with rotting away the rest of the school year
by the time he got to college, he wanted nothing to do with things that would suck his already nonexistent energy
[kang taehyun]-
02’ liner//freshman
the one that always has the braincell
and really wishes he didn’t so he could escape yall
stem major for engineering, which is just another one of his controversial choices (being second only to befriending yall)
everyone on campus knows him as that one guy you go to when you need the answers to your homework or your final
yeah, he’s selling the test answers on the black market :P
what? he’s in DEBT
he never gets suspected tho bc he alrdy knows all the answers, so why would he be involved with that??
but the rest of the town?
well, the town knows him as terry
mans is always seen at the gym and the club pulling without even trying
this is TOTALLY contrasting to his high school life, where he literally only gave his time of day to his studies
mans did not have TIME to hang out with anybody
bc of this, he became a bit of an easy target to the one-dimensional jocks that tried to use him to get them better grades :(
he was a small kid, so he got picked on and tossed around a lot :(((
it’s okay, since he’s buffer than them now!! >:)
[huening kai]-
‘02 liner//freshman
maknae that’s more mature than ALL OF YOU
he acts like he isn’t, but kid grew up a MIDDLE CHILD between TWO SISTERS
they’d managed to craft the most perfect and thoughtful angel to grace south korea
except for his demonic laugh :/
but YOU GUYS LOVE IT!!
he’s coasting through college, wishing he could tell you what major he was
but boy is constantly changing it LMAO
he just loves learning about different subjects!!
not to mention he’s good at most things he tries
so he makes tons of friends!!
but he didn’t always :(
from middle to high school, he was THE band kid
he could play the guitar, percussion, trombone, and piccolo!!
so when little kai walked home in his minecraft hoodie carrying his giant instrument case
8/10 times kid would get pelted by eggs or something on the way home
good thing he had his trombone case to shield him!! :D
kai would also be insanely awkward and didn’t have good icebreakers besides his plushie collection
too bad that didn’t become socially acceptable for another few years
[y/l/n y/n]-
‘01 liner//sophomore
ladies and gentlemen i give you
her
the group's resident photographer, despite the fact that you're SO HOT
you are beauty
you are grace
well, you are now
high school: not so much
you were LOSER #1 girlie ://
you were just a little slow to pick up on a lot of social cues and what was "cool" or not, making you prone to awkward situations and bullying
for example: pinky promises and saying “on god” was quirky and acceptable, but spit shakes were not
neither were bowl cuts
or pretending to drown at the school pool and see how everyone would react
like i said, you were behind on a lot
but what took you the longest to learn—the people you thought were your friends were no longer laughing with you and your unfortunately timed puns, but at you (and your unfortunately timed puns) :(((
but you digress, because your overactive imagination worked to your advantage of getting clout and a full ride scholarship!!
you’re an art major with a minor in photography, winning a national photography contest that got the attention of your college
your genius piece of "different kinds of falls in public", where you purposefully tripped people walking by you and taking photos of them, had won the heart of the public and the school board over to the point of them begging to have you!
your parents and teachers just wished you had the same genius outside of cameras--as you slacked off in every other academic aspect
notes: enjoy me being unfunny but having a blast anyway! feel free to send in asks/requests regarding this fic. can't guarantee i'll respond to it, but i'd love to see what you guys think/want!
#txt#tomorrow x tomorrow#beomgyu#choi beomgyu#choi soobin#choi yeonjun#kang taehyun#huening kai#txt fluff#txt smau#txt crack#yeonjun#soobin#taehyun#kai#hueningkai#txt x reader#beomgyu x reader#yeonjun x reader#soobin x reader#taehyun x reader#hueningkai x reader#the losers club
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Oh your headcanons on Floyd/Epel? It’s certainly an interesting rare pair 👁👁
Hi Anon!
And thank you so much for this ask, I’ve really wanted to talk about these two together for quite some time... They have such a fun troublemaking couple potential, right? And such a pain in the ass for everyone around them lol
You’ve waited long enough, so here are some headcanons!
Epel used to just avoid Floyd, because he felt like the most dangerous one in the Octa-trio to him. But after that whole birthday congratulation thing he kind of got himself a fat crush on Floyd. Epel, being a silly little guy that he is, instantly felt like Floyd understands him truly, you know, just gets it. So, out of nowhere, Floyd Leech became this tall cool and strong guy that Epel really wishes to hang out with more because of how awesome he is! Even though he is still a little bit scared of him and thinks that he is a weirdo… but a super cool weirdo! A chaotic one, even!
While Epel is busy getting butterflies in his stomach, Floyd is much more chill about this whole thing. He is pretty chill in general, he isn’t the type to get crushes: he’s just flirty with people he likes when he likes them, and when he gets bored or annoyed he tells them that they are annoying. Epel is a perfect example of that. He likes Epel, he thinks Epel is spunky and (unintentionally) funny and really cool in his own way – Floyd wasn’t lying when he told Epel that he was cool. But he still thinks that Epel is kinda dumb + tries way too hard to be something that he is not, which is lame. That being said, Epel does surprise him with his decisions and actions, so Floyd is still pleasantly tickled by hanging out with him. Plus, Epel is genuinely hilarious to tease. It’s like the opposite of Riddle, but also similar to him in a lot of ways.
I guess the way to describe their relationship would be to call it a chaotic fling. They would do so much stuff together, they would definitely make-out in random places and fuck each other’s brains out, but then it’ll stop as suddenly as it started. Which doesn’t mean that it won’t happen again… even though Epel would be genuinely heartbroken if Floyd lost interest in him. For a day or two, that is.
We clearly have a bias towards this scenario because we have a comic about it, but boy would they be wild together. They would have the wildest spontaneous “dates” while skipping classes. Sometimes they would disappear for an entire day and come back at 4 a.m., hiding around the college’s garden trying not to get spotted and disciplined by a ghost because they are way waaay late for their curfew. Floyd doesn’t care about being disciplined, but he does like how nervous Epel gets for someone who acts so fearless and constantly tells him that he is sick of rules.
Floyd does think that Epel’s trying-too-hard thing gets lame sometimes, but he finds it cute when he does it in bed. Epel’s body and reactions are so stupidly honest and he is so clearly inexperienced that it’s funny that he tries to act like he can take Floyd’s entire dick in just one move. Floyd doesn’t stop him, because when Epel chokes on his dick and starts coughing and getting teary-eyed, he gets to laugh at him. And then Epel gets mad and pouty, and when he is mad and pouty, he gets even more fun to have sex with. Epel gets embarrassed so often that it’s pretty much arousing to him at this point…. Or was it always the case for him? Maybe.
But even in these situations Epel surprises Floyd sometimes. There are moments when Floyd thinks that they are pretty much done for today, that Epel is exhausted and that it’s his cue to leave, but then Epel just grabs him (his hand? his dick?) and gives him his nasty smirk, asking if Floyd is too tired to continue or something. And sometimes he just sits on top of him without saying anything, just giggling playfully. Epel loves doing it, because the way Floyd’s face changes from a quick surprise to a smug smile is absolutely priceless. And when he kisses him, it feels too good to stop.
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Love Sucks Part 1
Randy Meeks X F!Goth!Reader
Masterlist (Part 2 out now)
Warnings : Language, Stu and Billy bully Randy.
Summary : (Suggested by @saint-petah-the-good) A new girl moves to town and Randy is quick to fall in love. Despite her odd habits and weird interests the friend group takes her in.
Randy didn't know what hit him when he saw you. Your legs covered in fishnets sitting in his spot by Tatum. Your giant black sunhat shielding you from sunlight.
"Randy! This is Y/N!" Shes a horror geek like you!" Tatum smiled. Randy made a goofy smile at you, flushed from Tatum's comment. You smiled back shyly, "This is Randy, the one I told you about." Tatum said. Randy gave her a look, "You've been talking about me?!".
"Not in a bad way... Most of the time." Tatum took a bite of her salad. You looked down at a book you were reading. Randy sat down beside you, "What book are you reading?".
"Salem's lot. By Stephen King." You said not looking up from it. Randy tilted his head to see more of your face.
"You're a Stephen King Fan?"
"Who isn't?" You smiled looking over at him.
"Me." Tatum said, you gave her a little smile.
"How did you feel about the Shining?" Randy said testing you.
"The same way Stephen King did. It was horrible. I prefer the book. Cinema wasn't ready for it. You gotta find a harder way to test me." You smiled before flipping a page of your book. Randy smiled to himself, his heart was beating so loudly.
'Shes Perfect..'.
"So where ya from?" Stu leaned in. You sat up from reading and closed the book. You sighed, "My parents were lab worke rs in Alaska. They got tired of the cold.".
"I mean Alaska?! Sounds pretty boring!" Stu laughed. Tatum elbowed him, Randy tried to block Stu out.
"Do you need a job?-" Randy blurted out, his cheeks flushed. You looked over at him with a soft smile.
"Randy! You can't just ask that!" Tatum fussed. Randy didn't take his eyes off you, "Um, yeah actually..". Randy smiled, "I work at Bradley's Video..".
"Yeah it's the closest thing to a damn Blockbuster here!" Stu exclaimed. You nodded, "I'll check it out..".
"Oh! Get this, Y/N's Grandfather directed horror movies!" Tatum said impressed. Randy leaned in closer to you, you hesitated a bit when he got to close.
"No way! What movies?!" He said, his wide eyes gazing into yours. You bit your bottom lip, "Uh, nothing super popular, some alien stuff and Vampire stuff.".
"No fucking way!" Stu shouted. Randy, again ignored Stu, you gave him an awkward smile before going back to reading.
"Where the hell is Billy and Sid?" Stu asked looking around.
"Probably in a janitor's closet!" Tatum snorted. The lunch bell rang, you closed your book and slipped it into your bag.
"What's your next class?" Randy asked watching you stand up. You pulled out a crumbled paper, "Intro to Film Study's.".
"Oh, lord" Tatum mumbled.
"I do too! I can walk you there!" Randy stood up quickly. He threw his bag over his shoulder, "Sure. I'll see you later, Tatum! It was nice meeting you, Stu.". You walked along side Randy into the school.
"I knew they'd get along." Tatum said to Stu, Stu kiss her cheek.
"Yeah but she's a little weird.."
"You're weird!" Tatum joked.
Randy really couldn't keep his eyes off you. How you doodled in the margin of your notebook. Your legs crossed over each other and his eyes scanned them. Your fishnets giving him a pattern to follow.
"Y/N? Your take on Slashers?" The teacher tried to get you to jump into a discussion. You looked up, "Well, everyone says the characters act stupid. When it's portraying how people actually act in those situations. Then you have some sleep demon guy and a stalker!"
"I happen to like the stalker." A blonde girl in the back interrupted. You looked over your shoulder, "Yeah but he walks and somehow catches up. Story plot holes too. I'll like slashers more when the story makes sense.
"Sometimes story lines don't need to make sense.." Everyone went silent. Randy was surprised Billy even spoke, you looked back at him. Randy watched the interaction between you two. You narrowed your eyes a bit before turning back around. The fear of you falling for Billy's good looks faded. You went back to doodling in your notebook.
Once it was the end of class Billy went up to your desk. You didn't look at him once, "I'm guessing your Tatum's new friend?". Randy huffed before getting up, "Yeah, I'm guessing you're Billy.". You grabbed your bag before leaving, Billy smiled to himself. Randy mocked his face before walking with you.
Tatum ran up to you in the hall, "How was class?".
"It was okay." You nodded with a small smile. She smiled, "Good! So me and Stu were thinking and we wanted to invite you over to hang out this Saturday!".
"Oh, sure!" You smiled, Billy walked up beside you. Randy rolled his eyes, "I like her she's cool." Billy said as if you weren't there. Randy scoffed, Billy shot him a look.
"Well, I finished all my classes for the day. I'm gonna head home. And I might stop by that video store." You smiled at Randy as you walked away. Randy smiled, "Drive safe!", Stu laughed at him.
"You're such a dork!"
Randy rolled his eyes and walked away. He tried to ignore Stus laughs in the back. He knew liking you would be difficult due to Billy and Stu.
Randy focused on restocking the VHS tapes. He huffed to himself and checked his watch. 4:27pm, you still didn't show up, maybe you were just being nice. He kept stocking the shelves, a tap on his shoulder made him jump back.
"Sorry." You softly said. Randy smiled and scratched the back of his head.
"It's fine. Um, were you wanting to get the job?" Randy glanced over at his boss then you.
"Sure, I could use one. Besides it'll be nice to work with a friend." You smiled at him. His stomach flopped, 'Friend' he didn't want to be a friend. He took a deep breath, "Uh, I'll go tell my boss. Stay here." He smiled and walked over.
"Hey, Bradley! I got a customer wanting to apply for a job here."
Bradley looked over Randy's shoulder to spot you. He sighed, "You find the most odd kids.".
"Please. She's real nice and like movies.. and-"
"You like her?-" Bradley smiled. Randy rolled his eyes, "Maybe that's not the point.".
"Fine but if she screws up. It'll cost you your job. Send her over here."
Randy walked over to you reading the back of movies. He smiled to himself, "Uh, he's ready to meet with you.". You looked up and put the movie down, 'Prom Night, good choice.' Randy thought to himself.
"Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm 18 and I moved with my parents from Alaska. I have a car and am able to work after school and on weekends." You smiled. Bradley looked at Randy then back at you.
"Great, have Randy show you the ropes, I'll get you a name tag.".
"That was easy..." Randy mumbled. You shrugged, "So, how do you work here?". Randy went behind the counter, "So we ring customers here, obviously. Then if someone returns them you ring them and put them in the cart. The cart gets restocked and it's a whole cycle!" Randy puts his elbow on the counter. You nodded, "Okay Cool.".
"Why did you move out here?" Randy asked.
"Sick of the cold."
"and the dark?"
"Kinda. I actually like the night, I uh sunburn easily." You softly smile. A customer walked to the counter, Randy showed you exactly how to ring up their rental. His hand would brush over yours. He'd try his best to be smooth like in the movies. You would just whisper sorry and not catch on.
"Okay, Y/N I expect you to work tomorrow but not this weekend, got it?"
"Yes, sir." You smiled at him before heading out the door. Randy caught up to you holding the door open.
"I'm glad he hired you."
"me too. But it's thanks to you really. I wouldn't have known about this place if it wasn't for you.".
"wanna get some burgers?" Randy asked. Your eyes widen from surprise, "Sure! Do you need a ride?".
"Yeah, kinda" he smiled. You walked to your car unlocking it, he hopped in quickly making himself at home.
"I hope you don't mind rock music.." you said as you buckled your seatbelt. Randy shrugged, "It doesn't bother me.". You nodded as you started the car, rock music blasted immediately. You turned it down a bit, "Sorry.".
"It's fine. We can go to In and Out for burgers.".
"I've never been there so you're gonna have to tell me.."
"Whoa! You've never been to In and Out?!"
"No.." you smiled.
"Gosh, well you're gonna thank me. Their burgers are delicious."
"I'll be the judge of that.".
Randy watched you drive, your skirt riding up from you pressing the gas. He looked away, "Any idea what you're doing for college?".
You shrugged, "College is still a question for me. What about you?".
"Easy, I wanna be a director. Actually make good films." Randy said. You nodded, "I can see that, Have you written a film?".
"God no. I can't write for shit! If you were to go to college what would you major in?"
"Um, screenwriting and Biology."
"So you are a nerd" Randy smiled. You gave him a smile, "Maybe a little. I just think living is... Fascinating..".
Randy laid on his unmade bed, he couldn't believe his luck. He actually ate dinner with a girl, maybe it wasn't a date but it was a step. He smiled to himself thinking about your smile and how you were a messy eater. You even gave him your home phone number. He hugged his pillow, maybe he could actually pull this off. He listened to your stories and your interests very closely.
You talked about how Morticia Addams was like an idol to you. How you seen all the episodes to the Addams family and the Beetlejuice cartoon series. Then you both talked about horror movies, explaining to him how Childs Play is more of an Horror Comedy. He sat up and leaned over to his phone dialing in your number.
"Hello?" You picked up your voice was a bit groggy, maybe even deeper.
"Hey, it's Randy."
"Oh, Hey Randy! Everything okay?"
Randy fidgeted with the phone cord, "Yeah just wanted to say hi, did I wake you up?!".
"No, I have a hard time sleeping. Is there anything you wanna talk about?".
"Um.."
Shit, Randy panicked not knowing what to say, "What movie should we watch at Stus Saturday?".
"Oh, hmm well we could watch Childs Play.." he heard your smile through the phone.
"Of course I can rent it Tomorrow at work."
"Awesome. Goodnight, Randy. I'll see you at school!"
"Night."
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congrats @snazzy-serpent you just got an unsolicited subscription to my art teacher Crowley headcanons
-the minimalism of his flat carries over 110%. his supply closet has everything meticulously organized in clear boxes with white lids and everything’s labeled. He has the kids spray down their desks every period so they stay the same color white they were when he bought them five and a half years ago.
-The only exception to this is the walls of the classroom that are covered floor to ceiling (and part of the ceiling for that matter) in art, whether it’s a famous piece, student work, or one of his. One time a painting fell off and all the students freaked out because they didn’t know the walls were white and it looked fucking weird to see that single patch of cheap industrial paint.
-He has a pet snake that he keeps in the classroom called Janthony. all the students are obsessed with it and they often take pictures of him to use as reference images.
-there’s also plants everywhere. also for references. and to make the place seem a little less sterile. the students have named most of them.
-his still lifes are made entirely of plastic skulls, old candles, said plants, and rubber ducks. he says it’s an art choice, something something the concept of Vanitas. all the students just think he’s a retired emo kid.
-he literally always has Hozier on because he says it’s good for creativity. all the students now have a pavlovian reaction where they can’t work unless Hozier is playing somehow. once there was a sub who couldn’t get spotify to work and the whole class almost erupted into anarchy
-crowley almost always starts with a black canvas or paper. he does his sketches in light gray or white pencil and he like actually twitches when he sees people starting on white.
-he also does paintings of galaxies, planets, nebulas, other space things pretty regularly. There’s a huge mural in the library that he’s working on of one Alpha Centauri
-sometimes when Aziraphale is on prep (like a teacher free period if prep is the regional name) after a really stressful period he’ll come and sit in the back of the class and just watch crowley teach because a) his classroom is really comfortable and b) he’s a delight to listen to. plus then a bunch of the students show Aziraphale all the stuff they’re working on and it’s fucking cool
-alternatively, if crowley is bored, he’ll go sit in the back of one of Aziraphale’s lessons and sketch him. the students have learned that if they go ask after class crowley will show them his drawings
-he doesn’t so much “teach” as give the kids supplies and let them trial-by-fire it out until they can experience it for themselves
-Crowley has a very loose painting style. it’s pretty objective but it’s always just a *little* abstracted so it never quite looks like just a photo. his drawings are much more photorealistic though
-he went through a purple phase for a whole year where everything was monochromatic but the rest of the time he has a lot of green and yellow influence
-he has an ap art class but it’s by invitation only and only open to seniors because it’s one of the most sought after classes. Crowley gets *this* close to a mental breakdown every February when he has to decide who gets an invitation because he hates the idea of leaving someone out and he thinks that all of his kids have the potential to be really good
-he makes a point of seeming just a little intimidating but it’s a total joke to everyone who knows him because he’s actually just really weird and super sweet
-there are students in his room literally constantly. his favorites go in there to hang out during lunch because it’s safe and quiet and clean. when others are having bad days, they come sit in his room with their head on the desk, regardless of if he’s got a class in there or not. he never mentions it unless it happens frequently and then it’s just to help out if somethings going on
-he also moved a shitty leather loveseat into the back of the storage closet because multiple kids had gone in there to have panic attacks and he’d much rather they were back there where they were alone and safe and he’s within earshot than freaking out on the bathroom floor or trying to hide that anything’s happening.
-he literally knows everything. somehow he ends up in every conversation about high school drama so he knows what’s going on all the time, and people tell him the most random shit because he just feels generally safe. he thinks it’s funny
-he still drives the bentley. everyone speculates about how he could afford it because he’s a fucking teacher. he also has an unofficial designated parking spot in the staff parking and everyone knows not to even get near it.
-he’s covered in paint all the time. he selectively wears black but everything has little flecks of color on it. the students tease him when he gets new clothes because they can always tell because they’re not speckled yet.
-he’s also the co-chair of GSA (aziraphale is the president) and he has a single white mug on his desk that’s full of pens, mechanical pencils, and little pride flags on sticks. it’s a whole thing.
-he has a filing cabinet that’s just full of graduation announcements from former students. they’re very dear to him
damn that go long very fast anyway thanks for reading reblog with your own
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Pretty n' Pink || 42!M.M x BlackFem!Reader
Synopsis:
New school, new people, new relationships
Word Count: 1.8k (wow!)
Song Recs: Talk that Talk // TWICE, RUN2U // stayc, Big flirt // lil hero, Super Bass // Nicki Minaj, Into you // Ariana Grande
Warnings: Crude language, bullying (me projecting (≧◡≦)), Miles is an asshole for 1 second, BLACK reader, 80% angst 20% fluff
Not rlly warnings: Reader is small n chubby, making out, we’re gonna act like they don’t have to wear blazers all the time lol
Lmk if I missed something!!
A/N: I spent so long writing and editing it was insane. I've been writing since June 26 (*￣▽￣). Literally writing one day, rewriting the next, writing and rewriting, writing and rewriting. AND I'm still not sure if I'm fucking w/ the results... but I'ma still post it cuz mama aint raise no punk!!
Moving to a new school in the middle of the year is never easy for anyone. You cried while packing up, you cried on the ride to New York, you cried while unpacking, and cried on the way to your new school, Visions Academy. Saying you were scared was an understatement.. You only moved because your mom got a new job at some science place, but also because you were horribly bullied at your old school.
Everyone made fun of you for the way you dressed, pink hair-clips all over your colorful braids, hello kitty sweaters and fun makeup looks. You once wore some cute leg warmers to school, what happened to you that day made you vow to never wear them again.
You knew you wouldn't get made fun of every time you left the house, but man going to school made you want to cower in your house forever.
But alas, here you are putting your up hair with your favorite heart-shaped claw-clip. You sniffled lightly as you line your lips and put on your Fenty lip gloss. You wipe your tears away, careful not to mess up your lashes. Grabbing your light pink messenger bag, you sling it over your shoulder and walk out the front door, making your way to school.
The more you walk the faster your heart beats. You weren't as nervous as you were when you first moved here, but you were still feeling a little anxious as you walk onto school grounds. Sighing when you realize there was no time to set up your locker, you try to hype yourself up as make your way through the sea of students to get to your homeroom.
Luckily, the school required uniforms, so even if kids were to make fun of you it shouldn't be that bad. You only had some cute accessories here and there, and a white cardigan with hello kitty over your heart.
You weren't even halfway to the class when someone bumped into your shoulder, causing you to drop all the books you held in your hands. You take a deep breath looking at whoever this boy was, trying to calm yourself down.
'It's ok, it was probably just an accident. You're fine.'
"Watch it, pinkie pie!" He yelled behind him as he walked away, laughing with his goons following behind him. So much for an accident.
'"Wow, how original." You spoke to yourself, trying to ignore all the stares you were getting as you picked your stuff up.
You rush to your class, already wishing the school day was over. And just your luck, the bell rang signaling you were late.
You made it to class a few seconds later, drawing everyone's attention to you. You walk over to the teacher's desk with your head pointed down, speaking softly.
"Hi, I'm y/n I just transferred."
The teacher looked at you uninterestedly, before speaking loudly.
"Class, this is y/n from, Georgia? Was it? Doesn't matter, she needs time to adjust, so everyone be nice to the poor girl. You can go sit next to..." She trailed off, looking around for a place to seat you.
"Sit next to Miles. Miles raise your hand."
You looked up to see a boy with two long braids raise his hand in the back of the class, honestly looking quite bored. You nod as you scurry to the empty seat next to him, taking out a piece of paper and your favorite gel pen. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Miles staring at you.
"What?" You whisper at him, trying not to draw more attention to yourself.
He blinks at you. "You the girl who dropped her books earlier?"
"Does it happen a lot or something?" You scoff at him, drawing cute little doodles to match the lesson title.
"Nah, I guess that was a dumb question." He replied, looking forward.
"Why do you ask anyway? Trying to rub salt in the wound?" You argue, looking at your hello kitty-themed nails.
"Miles, y/n. Please." Your teacher interrupted, making the class snicker.
You hide your face in your hands, silently groaning before Miles slid a note your way.
'Sit with me at lunch?'
You glared at the paper, crumbling at and putting it to the side, giving your full attention to the lesson.
You made it through your first few weeks without any more bumps, and it was now a new month. Miles had become your only sorta-friend at this school, which you were grateful for. The boy was nice to you, unlike everyone else, who give you strange stares and whisper about you like you aren't there.
The calming melody of Apple Cider by Beabadoobee played softly in your headphones as you grab your lunch tray. Thanking the lunch lady before turning around to look for where you should sit today, you suddenly remember Miles had asked you to sit with him on your first day, in which you never did.
You start walking around, subtly looking around the cafeteria for the tall boy with long braids. You spot him quickly, watching him roll his eyes at something the boy in front of him said. Strolling to where he was, you bite back a smile when he turns around and notices you.
"What brings you over here, hm?." He smirked, standing up as you approach the table. You try to ignore how he towers over you.
"Well, I have nowhere else to sit." You shrug, looking at his friends who watch quietly. "Uh, hi.." You wave awkwardly, looking back up at Miles who smirked softly at you.
"You shy, chiquita?"
"Shut up."
His friends laugh, making you swallow thickly. 'Are they laughing at me?'
"Yo, pinkie!"
Someone shouted from the table, chuckling as you look up with fear in your eyes.
"Remember me you little cunt?"
It was the boy from your first day. You look up at Miles, silently pleading him to help you, and of course, he stayed quiet.
"Hey, I'm talking to you." You hear from beside Miles, the boy looked down at you with an angry expression. You didn't even realize he walked up to you.
"S-sorry." You whispered, looking at your pink converses.
"Yea you better be fucking sorry you fat freak." He said, pushing you into the ground, resulting in your lunch landing all over the floor. You try to stop the tears as everyone gasps and goes silent.
"Dude, chill." Miles finally speaks up.
You shake your head, "No Miles, it's fine. Have a good lunch." You say with a slight whimper to your voice, standing up to leave the cafeteria.
You sob, looking for somewhere to cool down, ignoring Miles calling your name.
"Pinkie! Wait!"
You steps falter, flinching at the nickname. You sigh deeply, wiping the tears off your face.
"What do you want, Miles."
"I'm sorry about him, he's been an asshole since like, 2nd grade." He huffed out, slowing down as he caught up to you.
You hummed.
"But you just sat there, so what does that make you?"
His silence answered for you.
"Right. This sucks, honestly, I thought we could've worked out." You say, walking off with a lump in your throat.
You kind of expected him to say something more, you don't know why, but you did. But all you were met with was silence.
You gasped as you feel Miles grab your hand and drag you into an empty classroom.
He closed the door harshly behind you guys, breathing heavy as he looked at your tear streaked face.
"What are you doing Miles— WOAh-" You stutter out as he hoists you up, putting your back against the door so you could be eye-level with him.
"Forgive me pretty girl.." He breathed out, rubbing your plush thighs with his thumbs.
"Miles, put me down."
"Nah ma I don't think I will."
"How... how do I know you won't hurt me..?" You whisper sadly, feeling the waterworks coming again.
"Trust me, I won't, baby." He moved to wipe away the tear that's fallen on your soft cheek, before moving in to lock lips with you.
You wanted to move away, you really did. But you trusted him for some reason, kissing back. The kiss got heated fast, you lock your legs together behind Miles as he pins you harder against the door, gripping your thighs harshly as he pulls away to speak.
"Let me treat you right, ma. Please. I'll take you out, I'll buy you anything you want. Let me protect you." He breathed out against your neck, making you sigh. You nod your head. Bringing his head up to connect lips again.
You sigh into his mouth as your tongues slide over one another, gripping onto his broad shoulders to keep yourself grounded. He turns around to place you on a desk. Hands roaming everywhere as he took your sweater off your body and unbutton your shirt a little to mouth at your collarbones. You let out a quiet noise as he moves back up to your lips, pushing you to lay on your back.
He caught both your wrists and wrapped one of his hands around them, pushing them onto your chest as his tongue seemed to move even deeper into your mouth. Man he was a good kisser.
You seperate with a string of saliva connecting your plump lips to his when the bell to go back to class rings. "Miles, lets go." You said as he places his head into your cleavage, sighing disappointedly at the fact that you guys had to go back to class.
He ended up buttoning up your shirt for you. Glancing at you every now and then to look at your swollen lips, smiling as he helped you off the desk and walked you to class.
You make it through the rest of the school day, smiling softly to yourself whenever you think of your heated moment with Miles.
You had Miles' hoodie on due to a giant stain on the side of your favorite sweater, playing with the strings as you write down some notes into your binder.
Everyone stared at you but you found yourself not caring anymore. Maybe you made the right choice.
You didn't expect to go to this new school and acquire a bodyguard for a boyfriend but here you were weeks later walking out of campus with Miles trailing behind you. You could've sworn you saw that one boy glaring at you from afar, but honestly, as long as Miles was with you there wasn't a problem.
"Hold on baby." Your boyfriend stopped you, kneeling on the ground to tie your shoelaces and fix your leg warmers. Honestly this was a whole new experience for you, never having this affection given to you by someone outside your family.
Miles pressed a kiss on your thigh as he finishes tying your shoes, standing up to fix the ribbon on your ponytail.
"Miles, you're acting like a mom right now." You say giggling, looking up at your boyfriend with heart eyes.
"Gotta make sure my baby lookin good." He replied quickly, leaning down to kiss your cheek. He pulled "C'mon, I saw a nice jean skirt I wanna see you in."
#miles morales x reader#spiderman#across the spiderverse#miles morales x black reader#fanfic#iheartnabi!#miles morales#atsv x you#bohostyle#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth 1610 miles morales#miles morales fluff#miles morales x you#miles morales angst#high school#artists on tumblr#bullying#hobie brown#spider gwen#pavitr prabhakar
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Question for the yandere college Au:
What would happen if Y/N had a cleaning shift in the afternoon? (That shift turn that some students have to do after or before class stuff) I mean, they have to clean up after class and after everyone left
even if Y/N told them that they don't need help and is fine with themselves (In a good way of course, not being rude)
Who would help them?
-♈️
Y/N better grab Macaque and Wukong, those mother fuckers have cloning magic they could have the whole school cleaned within the hour.
Wukong might grumble a bit playfully, but he'd definitely help, intentionally taking on the heavier lifting so they don't strain themselves. Macaque is gonna try to one-up him by having more of his clones do work...and then the whole school's gonna be spotless because they got overzealous. Dumbasses (but they're your dumbasses).
I can see Azure wanting to help b/c he is just Chivalrous Like That. Yellowtusk as well! Peng is more to Wukong and Macaque except he'd look at them and go "How childish". He'd only jokingly challenge Azure to see who can clean more rooms faster with Yellowtusk refereeing to make sure they don't go overboard.
Traffic Light Trio are menaces, they'd want to help but end up causing absolute HAVOC when Mei throws a wet sponge that hits the back of Red Son's head. Red Son, then in retaliation, tried to yeet dirty mop water at Mei but she ducked and MK got splashed...thus The War Was On
The Spider Queen cannot be bothered to help she's hiding in the bathroom doing her nails dfkjdhkj she'd tell you to just hang out with her and she'll have her boys take care of it. Said boys do not like cleaning. Syntax likes putting things in their proper place so it's not as bad for him, but Goliath gets bored super easily and Huntsman doesn't even clean his own dorm room why would he ever clean up the school? If you use puppy eyes they'd be swayed, though.
Nezha is a Good Boi he always helps out with cleaning. Actually I think he and Tang are tied for who's the biggest Teacher's Pet it's so cute,,,
Sandy out here leaving lil flowers from the Gardening Club on everyone's desks just so they have a good day 😭
#lmk#lmk yandere#yandere lmk#lmk yandere nezha#lmk yandere macaque#lmk yandere wukong#lmk yandere red son#lmk yandere mei#lmk yandere mk#lmk yandere azure#lmk yandere peng#lmk yandere yellowtusk#lmk yandere spider queen#lmk yandere syntax#lmk yandere goliath#lmk yandere huntsman#lmk yandere tang#lmk yandere sandy#lmk yandere college au#lmk yandere x reader
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Love the profile picture 💜 I saw your head canons on some of the Baki men as kids and I was wondering, what do you think motobe, yujiro, oliva, and Strydum were like?
Right back at ya! Chaotic is the short answer, but you deserve better than that for the tasty tasty Jack content you've supplied me with lmao.
Motobe:
Weirdly enough, compared to how he is now, he was SUPER energetic, you could NOT keep this man contained within any form of walled building. If there was a way out, he would find it, and his parents would have to literally drag him back home once it started getting dark.
He was that one kid who would always find the best sticks for anything. Need one as a sword? He has it. Need a gun? He found that one too. Need a wrench? Yeah, he found one for that as well. You name it, give him about ten minutes and he would find a stick to replicate it.
Incredibly intelligent, he did really good in school, though he didn't always pay attention in class. Some of his best work came from his history class, or projects with physical components that he had to work with. This man was meticulous when it came to cutting stuff out.
He didn't have a lot of friends, but he didn't need a lot of them anyways, just a few close ones that shared his interests in martial arts and weaponry.
Yujiro:
DEMON! CHILD! He caused so many problems for LITERALLY EVERYONE! Did you look at him weird as you were walking past him? He'd kick your entire shin in, no hesitation or remorse. Yuichiro tried, key word being tried, but there wasn't really much he could do about a son that wanted to square up with literally everything at all times.
Very much an only child in every form. If he wanted something, he'd just take it. No questions asked. Did you have something you valued from a family member? He liked how it looked, so it's his now. That habit hasn't really left him either.
He always thought that younger kids were icky and stupid, so he never bothered spending any time around them, which very much explains why he had practically no clue how to raise Baki.
He didn't care about school in the slightest, but he still went and did really good. He's incredibly smart, but he didn't really care for academic pursuits, so he left that to the weak nerds that he didn't bother beating up because they were too boring.
Oliva:
Much like Doppo, this man was a charmer as a kid. Highly intelligent, clever, and extremely charismatic, but he was incredibly quiet up until he reached puberty, which is where his social butterfly demeanor really kicked off. Adults around him would trust him with a lot more than they would trust other kids with.
Insanely smart, he did very well in school. Chances were, if his parents couldn't find him in the family room, he would be either up in his room reading or doing homework, or he'd be outside, running around and doing yard work.
He was the cool older neighbour that younger kids would flock to if there was anything fun, interesting or distressing happening, because he would normally handle it. He's been built like a brick shithouse since he was about nine, and it was like seeing a messiah back then. He would be able to get toys out fast flowing ditches or pull a kid out of a tree because they got too scared to come down on their own.
Didn't necessarily have a best friend, but he did have a lot of close friends. There weren't really any bullies that would bother kids in his neighbourhood, because they know that if Oliva caught wind of it he'd be at their door that night with flowers for their mom, telling her all about what they did with a pleasant smile on his face.
Strydum:
His mom used to dress him up in those little sailor outfits when he was super small because she thought he just looked so adorable in them! And he absolutely did, baby Strydum had doe eyes that could cause anyone to die of heart failure because he was just so cute.
He was super innocent and naive up until the first time someone tried to trick him, and then he landed a haymaker that was talked about for YEARS at his school. He wound up sitting in the principals office, all smiles in his little sailor outfit. "If he didn't want me to hit him, maybe he shouldn't have pushed me so many times."
Oh he was absolutely an army brat once he turned about ten. He wanted to be in the military and shoot big guns, all of the dramatics that the military preaches to recruit more people because "it'll be fun! We promise!" and you know what? He does have fun! He has plenty of fun!
Living Disney Princess, you can't tell me I'm wrong after seeing how he treated Pickle. He had a lot of weird moments where wild animals that should have been perfectly healthy and able to get away from him just decided not to?? He's had generations of squirrels and songbirds that come to his back yard for no obvious reason, and it all started because one time he fed a single fucking squirrel when he was S E V E N.
#baki headcanons#baki son of ogre#baki the grappler#baki dou#yujiro hanma#motobe izou#biscuit oliva#gary strydom
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Dazai Headcanons
I have a few headcanons on how Dazai acted before he came to be in Mori’s care. There are a lot of theories about where Dazai came from and I love most of them honestly. There are so many possibilities about how Dazai came to be and honestly, I need a light novel about it. Unless they’re going to make it important to the plot and it gets revealed in the next arc or sometime later in the manga.
My favorite theory that I came up with was that Dazai came from a wealthy family. He’s probably the youngest of 2-3 siblings and his parents were the cold and distant but loving type. I like to think that Dazai had a nice family but something happened that pushed him to where he ended up. I am taking inspiration from the protagonist of the No Longer Human book by the irl Dazai Osamu so tread carefully since I will mention some of that stuff. I am trying to keep this one more lighthearted and introspective so some stuff like the se*ual ab*se Ōba Yōzō went through won’t be mentioned.
Warnings: I talk about ADHD, some implied mental illness along with some trauma because Dazai. All of the warnings that can apply to Dazai should be warned (aka his unaliving tendencies)
Anyways the headcanons
INFANT Dazai (0-1 year old)
Was a quiet baby, never really cried and babbled
It actually worried his parents at first because their other kids made a lot more noise as babies
Only really cried if he got super frustrated when he couldn’t communicate his wants effectively
Did started making noises and saying small words around the 10 month mark
Wasn’t very interested in the baby toys that made noise
Building blocks held his interest a tad bit more but even then he grew out of them fast
TODDLER Dazai (1-3 years old)
Started walking around the 1 year old mark
Still wasn’t a big talker but he would give one or two word answers, he just didn’t feel like any more words were necessary
Would walk and point to things if he could, words once again weren’t necessary
Wasn't very interested in toys the kids his age liked
Did have a small interest in listening to his parents work, mostly because his brain was a sponge soaking up all it could
Taught himself to read around 2.5-3 years old, he would memorize stories that the maids would read to him then open the book himself and memorize the words. Basically he worked backwards to learn to read
With the early reading came the early education once his parents noticed his only interests revolved around his brain
Numbers and the lot came easy after learning the basics
PRESCHOOL Dazai (3-6 years old)
Didn’t really understand people and even more so after starting school and started being around kids his age
He observed and copied the actions of the kids around him to not draw attention to himself (*cough*masking*cough*)
Started to make himself act like more of an outgoing and friendly child even if he didn’t understand why that seemed like the preferred personality that people wanted from children. (aye practice for his future self)
Although he transitioned into his persona slowly as to not raise suspicion of an overnight personality change
Thought that his persona could let him understand people a little more but it made him more confused
He totally gave his teachers so many headaches when he first started school
As I said before, tried to mask and hide his intelligence for a while because he didn’t need any attention on him
This failed as he got way too bored of sorting shapes and numbers but he was already reading at a 16 year old skill level at 6 years old
His teachers tried stimulating his academically until they deemed it was better to just move him up grades
Went from his 6 year old class to a class filled with 9 year olds to test the waters
They had to move him to a 12 year old class only a few days later when he made multiple children cry after a multiplication game
SCHOOL AGE (6-12 years old)
You will have to physically rip ADHD Dazai away from my cold dead hands, I stg (I could do a whole separate headcanon for this because him and Ranpo basically make up AuDHD)
I feel like around his 7-8 year old mark is when he really started going tired around the uninteresting things of life, he’s a severely bored kid who doesn’t understand nor have a will to live
I do think around 10-11 is when he started getting interested in suicide as a coping mechanism for all the intricacies of humanity that he did not understand and the fact he started realizing he didn’t have a reason to live
At this point he’s observed people for so long that the masks he parades around of a cheerful but academically gifted child is concrete and there’s hardly anything that can make him break it
Knows why and how people feel certain emotions or react a certain way to things but he doesn’t understand it, not really
There's an ever bigger disconnect between him and people from when he was small that he starts to think of himself as something other than human
Had a bunch of issues trying to stimulate his brain in a way that would take away his boredom as school couldn’t do it for him
While he couldn’t ever really take away his boredom completely, he would take up new puzzles or games to try and give his brain new things to think about. I’m talking like the 3D crystal puzzles or the puzzles with no edge pieces
Anything that could capture his attention was bought in bulk until he eventually got bored of it again (neurodivergent child)
Started taking university level courses around 11, he probably could’ve taken them sooner but his teachers and parents didn’t want to overload them
#bungo stray dogs beast#bungou stray dogs#bsd#dazai#dazai osamu#bsd analysis#bsd headcanons#child dazai#teen dazai#Dazai has ADHD and you can rip that from my cold dead hands#i want to write an introspective fic on dazai#this was purely self indulgent
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Swiftie Anon
Hi guys! I got an ask from an anon that might be triggering so I'm copy-pasting it here so I can put a 'read more' button. I'm naming them Swiftie Anon because they said Taylor really helped them.
TW: SH, SI
Hi Cas, hope you’re ok, because I sure as hell am not. Trigger warning, like mentions of self harm and stuff like that I think.
I’m a seventh grader and recently I’ve been thinking about killing myself a lot more than I usually do. During the pandemic I was in 3rd grade and I kinda realized how much life sucked, but when I went back to school in 5th grade, I realized that this hadn’t occurred to anyone else. I kind of brushed it off bc I’ve always been sort of a pessimist but then I sixth grade I started having suicidal thoughts, I think. I just felt really done with everything, I didn’t want to draw or read or write, and my parents were pissed all the time, it felt like my friends were bored of me (I have abandonment issues from all my friends in elementary school leaving me) (I think)and I thought it would just be easier to not exist anymore, it wasn’t that good. I discovered Taylor, the angel that she is, she just felt…like a friend, like she was right there, you know, and I’ve been mostly okay-ish since. But school fucking sucks and in 7th grade I had to do a presentation in front of my class and I started crying and hyperventilating, I couldn’t even stand up. I think I have anxiety idk. I’ve always been shy, and I’ve hyperventilated before when my parents were yelling at me about stuff and my arms started bleeding because I was digging my nails into them. My parents found out at conferences and I got grounded. my brother knows bc he walked in on me crying and hyperventilating once but he’s leaving for college next year and idk how the fuck I’ll stay together without him. My younger sister and I are really close, but I don’t want to drag her in onto this stuff. And ik once I get to high school it’ll be even worse bc high school sounds horrible and I might be all alone again bc I might not go to the same high school as my friends
I haven’t said a word about this to anyone voluntarily and I know I can’t tell my parents. I always lie on those surveys you get at the doctor, and my parents are always saying I should have a more positive outlook on life and try to be happier and it makes me so pissed bc I am trying as hard as I can to be happening but nothing fucking works.
idk what do with myself anymore, a teacher mentioned college today and I almost broke down sobbing bc I don’t think I’ll let myself live that long. It’s just…really hard and everyday feels like years. Should I tell someone? I’m not as bad as I was in 6th grade, but I know I should be getting help somehow. But I suck at asking for things and I can’t trust any adults.
sorry for the rant, I just need some advice. And a virtual, pat on the head or something, idk.
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Hi hon!
First, (with your permission), I'm like to give you a virtual hug, because it sounds like you're dealing with a lot <3
I'm gonna be really real with you right now: You need to ask for some help. You have a lot going on, and some really heavy feelings, and you don't deserve to be dealing with them at ALL, let alone by yourself.
You're young, and you have SO MUCH life left to enjoy, and suffering through it like this isn't fair. So I'm going to share something about myself with you, okay?
When I was younger, I was very depressed. I was in a bad relationship and I felt very trapped, and I got to a point similar to you.
One day, I got so overwhelmed that I sort of realized that I either needed to ask for help or I would end up making a really bad decision. So, I asked for help.
Again, I'm going to be real: It was SUPER scary. I had to see a lot of doctors and I cried a lot. But after a lot of work, I was able to get better, and now, years later, I am in a (different) healthy relationship, and I have a job and a pet, and I'm here talking to you.
I know this sounds stupid because it's like some feel-good story and right now I'm sure you feel less than great. But I say this because you NEED to ask for help, even if it is difficult. Because there are real things past this feeling. A future job, a future relationship (if you want), a future pet, future kids (if you want). They're all very real and achievable and this feeling is temporary, even thought it feels so permanent right now.
So I'm going to give you some options, since it seems like you don't want to talk to your parents:
Talk to a doctor. Doctors are trained to help you, and they have a lot of resources.
Talk to a trusted teacher. Teachers can sometimes be amazing resources as well, and a lot of them want to listen when you ask to talk.
Talk to a different adult (aunt, uncle, coach, someone!) that you feel close to that will help.
Call/text/message a hotline. Here is an example of a hotline you can talk to via messaging, text, or phone, depending on what you prefer.
But you need to ask for help, because you DESERVE to be happy and living your best life.
It would make me super happy if you message/inboxed me an update, whether you're doing better, worse, or the same! I'm so proud of you for reaching out and I'm cheering you on!
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